Her Comeupance Poem by Bryan Taplits

This day dealt me such an omen,
That slayed- but it was a start
My sordid plan? I‘ll be damned-
Was a pretext we both should part.
But then it fizzles into a stark-limned fear-
It leers inside my soul-
That you might part so cavalier-
Take your leave and then fold.
But devised I something much more clever
-with a cunning you cannot deny-,
I'll dissever, you first, my dear,
So before you leave me-
I'll die!
…? ..! !
Of course, then,
I won't be around,
To chortle or to curse
So then I think,
I must rethink,
And think about who comes out worse.
...?
It's true! I'm so subtle and sassy-
An Intellectual! I can't pretend-
But first I must cogitate
On who wins what,
and what wins who-
In this, my swivel-hipped, nefarious plan.